Ardenelle M. Mason

"November" - Poem by Ardenelle M. Mason

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The leaves have fallen to the ground With rustling sound so soft. Soon winter will come marching in, With leaden skies aloft. Bright autumn hues of red & gold Have faded to dull brown, But soon an ermine mantle, Will cover all the ground, These precious days we'll treasure, When winter's in full bloom, The memories of our golden times, Will banish all the gloom.